Noah smiles to himself, turning his head to try and look over his shoulder, eyes downturned. "You can find out," he says, cheeks going warm. "If you want."

He looks up, past the tree he drew on the wall months ago toward Freddie's bedroom. He'd be lying if he said he didn't miss this, if he hadn't been hoping Freddie would want to put his mouth all over him. Just this, the groping and talking, the promise of more, already has him aching. He didn't even know he could like this as a girl.

"Personally," he continues, pressing back, closer toward Freddie's body. "I was wondering how many times you could make me come."